The drop in temperature as I climbed towards the national park in which the volcano lived was astonishing. I shivered as icy winds licked my fingers. You are never prepared for the cold when you are in South East Asia, you almost forget what it feels like and because your body is so used to being at a balmy 30 C, even the slightest drop renders you a shivering mess.
This move is going to shake my world again. It’s scary but I have learned that if it’s scary for the right reasons it will be exactly what I need. Alongside this faith in the process of growth, the circumstances from which this new future grew were too synchronistic to ignore.
Closing my eyes and allowing my hand to draw of its own accord, I would run the pen around the page. Afterwards I would study the shape I had created and try to think of ways I could characterise it somehow.
…and now, things are flowing, more rapidly as each day goes by. I am now officially self employed, I have moved into a wonderful house on the edge of Dartmoor, the walls drip with inspiration (or damp, it is 300 years old).
My paper moon moves with me
Matching my speed
With interstellar accuracy